OK. Enough. I miss blogging, even if nobody misses reading them. Plus, I feel like my brain works better if I have this little place to vent.
So…I was thinking about updating my facebook photos. I realized something. We have tons of pictures of the hubby, the kitty, all our friends, the cars, the guitars, and the house, but very few of me. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “how conceited are you? honestly? you expect people to want to take pictures of you all the time? What? You think you’re so cute and special that your every movement should be photographed?”
No, Mr./Mrs./Ms. Snarkypants. Nor do I merely monopolize the camera so that nobody can take pictures of me to prove I was at events, parties, moments, etc.
I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe I’m just the “hey! let’s take pictures!” kind of person and nobody else I associate with is. Hence all my botched self-portrait photo attempts.
So maybe I’ll just fess up to my friends and family and say, “Hey, ya’ll. I’d really like to remember what I looked like when I was 31. Do you mind taking a couple of photos for documentation purposes only? Hold on, let me put on some lipstick.”